Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 20: Tumblr Famous

Harry's P.O.V. 

We all sat down at a big booth table after being chased after the paps and fans. There had been a couple of girls still coming up to us after entering the restaurant and some even asked for autographs and pictures of Kylie. I could tell she liked it. 

She sat next to me at the booth next to Zayn, Louis, and Haley. Niall and Liam had pulled chairs up to the other end of the table because not everyone could fit in the booth. The waitor came to order drinks, and Louis pulled out his ID and ordered some wine. Liam, Niall and Zayn all took Coke, I took Diet Pepsi, and Kylie and Haley both took water. 

Then he came back for our orders. "Would you like any appetizers to start off your dinner?"

We all scanned each other's faces to see if anyone wanted anything. "No, thank you. I think we'll just order--" Before Haley could finish her sentence, Niall interrupted her. 

"Ah, yes! I'll have some bruschetta, lasagna fritta, could I have some stuffed mushrooms," Niall said, his eyes glued to the menu "OOH and some calamari!" 

We all burst out in hysterics. The waitor laughed, too, writing it all down on his notepad. "I will be right back with the appetizers, please take your time to order your main course."

Kylie giggled to something Zayn said. As much as I loved her giggle, jealousy started to explode through me like a bomb. My hand slipped unter the table and i squeezed Kylie's thigh, making her head turn to me. She flashed me her gorgeous white smile. 

"Whatsup, babe?" She asked.

I shrugged. "You look beautiful."

She giggled again. I thought I would just lose my mind. There was something about her little girly giggle that set me off and made me love her even more. It was just so adorable, and fit her beautiful self and personality even more.

"I'm soooo excited for the interview and the photo shoot!" She squealed, eveyone turning their attention to her. Haley looked at her.

"Wait, what interview? And what photoshoot?!" Haley squealed along with Kylie. 

"I gave this girl that was outside my number because she works for Seventeen Magazine!"

"Oh my god! Kylie, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!"

Kylie placed her hand on Haley's on the table. "You know what? You have to come with me! The girl said she'd try to fit me in tomorrow, and maybe they'll let you do it with me! It'd be soo much fun!" She squeaked. 

Zayn chuckled, and I shot him a look. 

"Kylie, thank you!" Haley blew her a kiss, the two girls jumping excitedly in their seats. 

"That's really cool. The cover could be you two looking as beautiful as always, and the headline would be," Louis started. He wiped his hands in the air, and imagined. "The most beautiful girls in the world! Louis Tomlinson's and Harry Styles' over-night-hit-wonder girlfriends!" 

I looked over at everyone. They all just blinked. "I don't know what you just said, Lou, but how were they over night hit wonders?" Liam chuckled. 

Louis slapped him in the back of the head. We all laughed even more except for Liam. 

"Well, on Twitter, for example! Ever since we announced that these two," He pointed at Kylie and Haley, "were our girlfriends, they've gotten so much hits! They already have over millions of followers on Twitter, there are already fan pages of them on Facebook, they're all over google, and everyone just loves them!" He exclaimed.

Haley glanced at her phone, and screeched. I almost jumped out of my seat, frightened. "Kylie, we're tumblr famous!" She screamed. Kylie snatched her phone, and looked at it. She screamed as well. 

"Let me see!" All the lads said. Kylie gave to phone to me. On the screen was a picture of Kylie and Haley looking beautiful. They looked like they had their makeup and clothes done professionally, and they looked red-carpet ready. The picture had been taken 20 minutes ago! It was a papparazi shot. Kylie flashed her stunning smile at the camera with one hand on her waist/hip, and the other one around Haley's waist. Her knee was bent slightly, and she looked just like a model.

Haley, who stood right next to Kylie had her lips pursed together, and made a kissy-face look on her lips. Her hand too, was on her waist, and the other one on Kylie's waist. The two looked overall gorgeous. 

I handed the phone to Zayn. "Wow, you guys look like top models!" He exclaimed, passing the phone down. 

Niall next had the phone. "1 million notes? In 20 minutes? That must be some kind of record!" He screamed like a little girl. Haley and Kylie giggled, nodding. 

The phone made its way back to Kylie. I took a peek as she scrolled down the picture, to see the comments. They basically consisted of things like 'That's their girlfriends?! They're perfect!", 'Wish I was them!' , 'They're absolutely stunning!' , 'This picture does Kylie justice!' and one caught my eye. I could see that Kylie was reading it, too. 

It said, 'Harry's girlfriend is gorgeous. She looks like a model, she needs to be famous, ASAP! I've never seen a more beautiful girl, look at them, papparazi already run after her trying to get a picture!'. I saw Kylie blushing. 

"Well, I guess that girl will be seeing you in the new Seventeen issue!" I whispered in her ear. 

Kylie's P.O.V.

I couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of his warm breath in my ear. It's like it sent emotions up my spine, and made me realize how much we were meant to be together. With Harry by my side, I felt so safe, and I didn't have a care in the world. All that mattered right now was him and my friends that sat next to me. 

I placed my hand on his cheeck, and the other one behind his head, on his luscious curls. He looked at me in the eyes, and made me blush. We kissed, and his tongue entered my lips. Our tongues danced around each others, playing games. 

I felt a camera flash, and suddenly turned around, pulling away from the kiss. Our waitor chased after a guy, yelling,"Hey! No papparazzi in here!"

I guess another picture would be a hit on either Twitter, Facebook or Tumblr. But I didn't care. If girls hated me because I was with Harry, he would defend me. He would tell them to be happy for him because he was happy with me. And that's all that mattered.